TESTO DEL LIED

"Hide not thy anguish"
di William Smyth (1765-1849)

Hide not thy anguish
Thou must not deceive me,
Thy fortunes have frownd,
And the struggle is oer;
Come then the ruin!
For nothing shall grieve me,
If thou are but left me,
I ask for no more.

Hard is the world,
It will rudely reprove thee;
Thy friends will retire,
When the tempest is near;
Now is my season,
And now will I love thee,
And cheer thee when none
But thy Mary will cheer.

Come to my arms,
Thou art dearer than ever!
But breathe not a whisper
Of sorrow for me:
Fear shall not reach me,
Nor misery sever,
Thy Mary is worthy
Of love and of thee.